I couldn't help myself- I watched him. I didn't mean to at first- he was just THAT GUY in the locker room. The one who's always naked and showing off; the one who's good looking and knows it.
The first look happened by accident- I was actually checking out a teammates sister in our last year of Bantam hockey. She was waiting outside the locker room for her brother- she totally had that hot older woman vibe about her. She was only a couple years older and very, very pretty. At this particular rink, the showers were down the hall from the locker room. Most guys didn't use the shower these days.
That was when Billy walked by, stark naked, his towel over his shoulder. The handful of moms in the locker room gasped (not that they averted their eyes). And the older sister I was looking to meet? She was staring, mouth open slightly, as Billy walked by. My eyes followed hers. Maybe it was the fact that my crush was taking in this guy, but I found my eyes lingering too.
I found myself getting an eyeful of this guy every chance I got. He would come in wearing his jeans and a t-shirt, hair mussed fashionably below the team hat. Then he would immediately set about stripping. Hat, then shirt- he was the only guy on the team with real abs. When he pulled his shirt off in the careless way that guys do, he showed off his armpits. I hadn't thought about armpit hair before in any sort of sexual way, but on him it was cute. His chest and stomach were smooth, with nice pink nipples. He then pulled his jeans off, tugging them down impatiently, revealing his boxers. Usually they were blue with a plaid pattern on them. One of the times I was watching his penis slipped out through the front. I'm not sure why that was so hot, given that I saw him naked constantly. Maybe it was just that it was unintentional and that he didn't mean to show off at that point. Either way, those boxers were off a second later and his cock made a full appearance. Even flaccid, it was cute. Not huge, not small- just right. He had a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair above it.
Then he would turn around and bend over to get something out of his hockey bag, his toned backside readily visible. He kept his ass smooth, and when he bent I could see just a little bit of his hole, hidden beneath the muscular butt muscles. His ass, I couldn't help but notice, was a little rounder, more feminine than the flatter backsides the rest of us seemed to have.
I'm not sure if he knew I started watching, but one day toward the end of our last midget season when everyone on the team was 18 years old, he stood taping his stick naked. I'd started getting into the locker room early, trying to resist the urge to massage my cock as I prepared for the show. I kept thinking about that hot older sister, but every now and then a fantasy about Billy would invade. Sometimes it was he and I kissing, sometimes it was he and I sharing that older sister...I wasn't really aware of anal sex, but once someone on the team told me he'd fucked his girlfriend that way, I put two and two together and imagined that, too.
I watched him get geared up for hockey. I glanced at my bag, where I'd put a towel. I was normally too shy to shower, but today I was going to join him.
If I didn't chicken out.
We got through hockey practice and crowded back into the locker room. I took my time undressing, watching him do the same. Helmet, jersey, chest protector, elbow pads- I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his body, rolling in beads down his neck. I was half-tempted to walk over there and give him a long, slow lick on the neck. My cock bobbed beneath my cup shorts- NOT a great time to get a boner. I decided to continue undressing.
Billy unlaced his skates, then pulled them off. His shin pads and hockey pants followed. Last were his jock shorts. I'd never been jealous of an article of clothing before. I'd taken them out of his bag before. I didn't know what I was going to do with them. He'd definitely notice if I took them...but they were damp with sweat, so sure he wouldn't notice if I...tasted them. I brought the mesh material to my lips and got my first taste of him. I wasn't proud of it...but I also couldn't help myself.
That brought us to today. I stood up in my jock shorts, exhaled sharply and pulled them off. I was naked...and my cock was semi-hard. I had to get into the shower. I knew Billy was going to see my boner, but that didn't mean I wanted the rest of the team to. I glanced at him, seeing that he was just finishing undressing. I gave a lingering glance as I exited the locker room...
And bumped cock-first into the older sister. She had a camera in her hand, below which my cock was poking her in the stomach. We looked at each other, both reddening.
"I won't tell if you won't," she said finally, looking me up and down as if seeing me for the first time. I heard the camera click in her hand, capturing an image of my cock.
Figuring I was already embarrassed, I asked her: "Can I call you some time?"
She smiled at me, looking down at my dick, now standing at full attention. She nodded slowly. I continued past her to the shower, hearing her camera click again- this time getting a picture of my ass.
I entered the shower- it was a large, open room with shower heads on the walls. The tiles were alternating light green and white tiles. I hung my towel on the rack bolted to the wall and picked a shower in the middle. I began to wash as slowly as I could, trying not to give my cock too much attention. Even at 18, I wasn't built with a ton of muscle. I never associated the term 'twink' with myself, but I guess that comes closest to describing my body type. I had more muscle than the stereotype but not by much.
Soon Billy entered the shower. He took the shower head right next to mine- not stopping at the customary 1 head away. Our arms were practically touching.
"Hey," I said in what I hoped was a casual voice.
"Hey. You don't normally shower," Billy answered.
"Good workout today."
Billy smiled- he had a nice smile, quirking one side of his mouth up. He gave me a slow look.
